Adrienette: Unfolding Love

Chapter Nine: The End

Red-faced and trembling slightly, Adrien licked his lips again and hesitated, his fist poised to knock on her door, his other hand gripping a bouquet of roses tightly. His hands shook, and he took a deep breath, closing his eyes. Opening them again, Adrien raised his fist again, praying his hair looked fine. Just as he was about to knock though, the door swung open.

And there was Marinette.

Her face was framed by a few midnight wisps of hair, escaping from a bun that pulled back the rest of her hair. Her crystal eyes shone brightly, staring into his own electric green eyes. Her pink lips were lightly glossed, and she was gripping tightly onto her shoulder bag (where Tikki was happily crunching on a cookie). She was wearing a red dress, the hemline ending just below her knee. The dress was tight against her skin, the sweetheart neckline showing off Marinette's flawless porcelain skin. She was wearing black flats, dressed quite comfortably, the simple red dress practically bathing Marinette in an aura of natural beauty.

Smiling shyly, the bluenette accepted the bouquet that Adrien had handed over to her, even though it was a surprise he could function at all whilst looking at her. He returned the smile, his emerald eyes glimmering with affection, and he held out his arm, bowing slightly. 

"Shall we?" Adrien asked, his polite smile growing into a shit-eating smirk. Rolling her eyes playfully, Marinette set down the roses on a nearby table and stepped out of her doorway, gently accepting the blonde model's arm. She gave him a once-over, admiring how well he cleaned up. She had to admit, he looked absolutely gorgeous in a tux.

There was no need for a car, as Adrien had told Marinette, who just sighed. "I would have brought some sneakers or something if we had to walk this far," Marinette complained, her shoulders sagging. "I feel out of place with this dress on." Adrien smiled at her, pulling her closer (which Marinette grew severely red at), his mouth poised next to her ear. 

"Oh, come on, Princess," he whispered, feeling the bluenette squeak at his actions. "You look wonderful." He then smiled at her red face, and she glared at him, pouting slightly. She mumbled something, and Adrien hummed, "What was that, my dear Marinette?" She mumbled it again, looking down at the ground, her cheeks a flaming red, and Adrien was this close to just crushing her with a hug. She looked gorgeous. "What did you say?" Adrien asked again, leaning in a tiny bit closer.

Huffing lightly, blowing a stray wisp of blue hair out of her face, Marinette rolled her eyes again. "I said damn you, Agreste, for making me all embarrassed," she said loudly, hugging herself tightly. Adrien frowned, pulling Marinette close to him. They stopped walking along the Parisian streets, the low hum of the city drowning out the other loud chatter that clouded the night sky.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Marinette," Adrien told her firmly, a wave of seriousness washing over him. He took her hands in his, her porcelain fingers tiny compared to his slender, tan fingers. "If anything, you're perfect." Marinette blushed furiously at his remark, nodded, and tugged him along, saying, "We'll be late to dinner!"

Adrien, grinning madly, allowed himself to be dragged by the petite model girl, his muscular frame going limp as he daydreamed about her.

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About ten minutes later, the couple had arrived at a small - but very fancy - restaurant not far from their old highschool. After being seated, and ordering their food, the two stared at each other affectionately, not bothering to fill the air with mindless chatter. (WORDS LIKE VIOLENCE, BREAK THE SILENCE okay sorry had to do that) A waitress whisked away their menus and served them their food, steaming and hot and looking absolutely delicious.

Throughout the night, the two talked about their jobs, their future plans, sometimes reminiscing the embarrassing and funny moments of highschool. Laughter rang out from their table, smiles were shared, and even a small food fight ensued.

By the time Adrienette was-

*cough cough*

Let me rewrite that...

By the time Adrien and Marinette were finished and ready to go, they had gotten a lot closer, and Adrien specifically had fallen deeper in love. He was in love with her eyes, her lips, her midnight blue hair, her porcelain skin that glowed in the moonlight. He loved her in general. 

It was 11:00, and everyone in Paris had already decided to hit the hay. The midnight sky glimmered peacefully, the expanse of black velvet looking particularly wonderful with the freckled stitch of stars that night, but a few heavy clouds rolled over the plains of the sky, threatening the young couple walking home.

Hand in hand, they stayed silent as the first few drops of rain plummeted from out of the heavy clouds, dampening the city sidewalks and slowly growing into a drizzle. Adrien blushed as he thought of that fateful moment, the moment when he handed the black umbrella to her during highschool. He specifically loved her shocked face when he had showed her that bit of kindness, allowed her to glimpse at through that tiny window into his soul.

Marinette must have been thinking of that moment as well, because she stopped beneath a lamp post and giggled, her eyes landing on top of his messy blonde hair. Turning around, Adrien grinned at her, squeezing her into a hug, murmuring, "I met you in the rain, remember?"

She hummed against his shoulder, remembering that moment, remembering his teenager face, remembering how much love she developed for him in that split second. Wrapping her arms around his muscular frame, Marinette shut her eyes and decided to make a rash decision.

"Adrien," she breathed, bringing his forehead down to hers. He hummed in response, his fingers tingling, his heart thumping, his  breath light and easy. 

"Marinette."

The way he spoke her name in such reverence melted her, eradicated any hesitance she had stored in herself, and she smiled. Roughly grabbing the collar of his shirt, she pulled him down into her lips, the both of them crashing through walls, hearts melting and skin warming. 

When they pulled away, shy smiles on their faces, Adrien chuckled, and Marinette giggled. Her cheeks warmed, and she smiled at him, the rain now peppering their faces, seeping through their clothes and chilling them into their bones.

That kiss- Marinette thought, staring at the boy a few inches away from her.

-was amazing, Adrien finished the thought, thinking the exact same thing. Adrien enveloped Marinette's hand again, his slender fingers warm to the touch, Marinette blushing like mad.

Little did they know, that would not be the last kiss they shared.

Oh no, not at all.

In fact, there were many more to come.